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Speed Dating Gets Specialized

Chris recently posted this picture taken somewhere in my neighbourhood on a file-sharing site…

Photo: 'Vegetarian Speed Dating' poster.

Fressen

— the location of the vegetarian speed dating night — is a vegetarian

restaurant on Queen Street West, not far from my house. Speaking as a

happy eater of meat, I like the food there; it’s good enough to change

vegetarian dining from sanctimonious misery to a tasty and satisfying

side-dish-only meal. Fressen is also German for “eat”, or more

specifically, “eat heartily” or “gorge”. Not without some frickin’ meat, bubby.

I once dated a vegetarian and often took her here. In between bites of

their delicious portobello “steak”, I’d tease her — a biology major in

college — by reminding her that evolution would never have happened

without carnivores: “After all, it doesn’t take much brains to sneak up

on a carrot.”

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Party Like It’s 1999

Photo: Leela (my favourite partner of Doctor Who's') emerges from the TARDIS.

Being a Time Lord gets you chicks!

Aside from the obvious reason of seeing Wendy, I wish I could go to

Boston this weekend to attend the Time Traveler Convention at MIT

taking place at 8:00 p.m. this Saturday.

Although the convention site makes a reference to a clever line by “Cat” from the webcomic Cat and Girl

Comic: 'Cat' from 'Cat and Girl' saying 'Technically, you would need only one time traveller convention.'

“Technically, you would need only one time traveller convention.” Click the picture to see the whole comic.

…there has already been one. Back in the late eighties, Spy

magazine put out an open invitation to time travellers to meet at their

offices for cocktails. Presumably, no chronal cruisers showed up.

Although I can’t attend — and neither can anyone who hasn’t RSVP’d

yet; the event is booked solid by people from the present — I’d like

to contribute by offering these two time-travel themed MP3s. Enjoy!

  • Doctorin’ the Tardis by The Timelords (who were really The KLF under another name). A proto-mash-up of the Doctor Who theme with Gary Glitter’s Rock and Roll, Part 2. [7.2 MB MP3]
  • Dr. Qui by musical comedian/comedic musician Bill Bailey. In this track Bill performs the Doctor Who

    theme as Serge Gainsbourg would’ve done it. It helps if you know a

    little French and are a little familiar with Serge’s work. [6.6 MB MP3]

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The Indian Superman

While looking up some links for the Star Wars Holiday Special

(see these posts), I stumbled across Stomp Tokyo’s review of a terrible

Bollywood rip-off of the Christopher Reeve Superman movie. How could I possibly resist a movie with a review that is best summarized like this?

Faced

with the daunting task of bringing a legend to life for the Hindi

film-viewing populace, these actors do their utmost to defile the

source material in every way imaginable. The only way they could have

made it any worse would have been to stuff things down Christopher

Reeves’ breathing tube.

Better

still, they link to a clip from the movie, which is summarized below:

In

an attempt to let Superman do something in the movie, the scene moves

to an airplane. Both Gita [the “Lois Lane” character] and Mr. Odious [The reviewer’s nickname for the mandatory obnoxious comic relief character] are on it for some reason, so

it is naturally hijacked minutes later. But first, wackiness ensues!

Mr. Odious needs to go to the bathroom, but it’s occupied. Ha! He

stands there for a few minutes, his face in positions of anguish as his

bladder distends. (We think that was anguish — it’s difficult

to separate all of Jagdeep’s [the actor who plays “Mr. Odious”] different facial contortions, since they

mostly resemble what any one of us looks like after a hammer has been

dropped on our foot.) When he is finally released from his watery

torture, he is waylaid by an amorous woman who introduces herself, in

English, as “Ms. Muscle Woman from Zambia.” Hilarious! Kill us!

When the hijacking arrives, it is a great mercy. One of the baddies

punches Mr. Odious! Yay! Mr. Odious falls into Ms. Muscle Woman’s arms

and a full two minutes of “comedy” follows. Boo!

Superman saves the day by dragging the plane to an airfield, as

represented by shots of a transparent airliner superimposed over aerial

shots of Bombay at night, inter-cut with shots of Jor-El casting his

arms about. It must have taken a while to get the plane to the airfield

— by the time they land, Bombay’s nighttime has become mid-afternoon.

Superman then enters the plane, dispenses some poorly edited justice to

the terrorists, and the scene ends abruptly without an encounter

between Superman and Gita. What the –?

Photo: Scene from the Indian 'Superman' movie.

Unlike Spider-Man India, this isn’t an authorized Indian version of a popular American hero.

Photo: Scene from the Indian 'Superman' movie.

A scene in which Superman rescues a hijacked plane. Note

that Superman can’t be seen and the plane is shown at a ridiculous

angle in relation to the background.

Photo: Scene from the Indian 'Superman' movie.

Herve Villechaize taunts Superman: “Welcome to my Kyptonite Kitchen, Man of Steel!”

I downloaded the movie clip and posted it to the temporary download locations listed below. Enjoy!

Scary Personal Ad of the Week

While writing the previous posting, I mentioned The Onion and decided to give it a quick. The Onion runs dating ads, and here was this week’s featured single:

Photo: Scary personal af from 'The Onion'.

Mention of both Joy Division (who edged out The Smiths as Manchester’s most depressed 80’s band) and Crispin Hellion Glover in his dating profile? Ladies, what are you waiting for?

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Overheard at the Bank Today

In the age of ATMs and internet banking, there are few reasons for me

to drop by my bank branch, but talking to a manager about a line of

credit and mortgages is still — thankfully — a high-touch

“face-to-face” kind of thing.

While flipping through The Economist (the issue with oil as the cover story) in an easy chair in the waiting area, I overheard two suits by the ATMs:

Suit 1: “I gotta stop watching porn, man. If I keep watching it, I’ll never be able to have normal sex again.”

Suit 2: “Yeah. I know what you mean.”


I was reminded of the old article from The Onion titled Romantic Comedy Behavior Gets Real-Life Man Arrested and I wondered: do people who watch too many “chick flicks” and “romantic comedies” get turned off normal dating?


Here’s a recent posting from MetaFilter that’s related:

(all links safe for work) Some

once hypothesized that as pornography became more accessible and more

mainstream, men in turn would become uncontrollable, ravenous sexual

beasts. I always thought this myself: a man will see something in porn

that a real woman won’t give him—Internet porn now caters in a click to

every fetish you can imagine—and he will find a way to get it.

 

My ex-girlfriend, observant and intelligent beyond her years, always

used to tell me the opposite: it wouldn’t turn men into beasts, having

their way with every woman they saw. No, it would turn them away from

women completely, libidos and their ability to connect with real

females weakened by the hardcore acts and impossible bodies that only

porn stars could give them. The porn would crave some intrinsic desire,

but leave both people in the couple lonelier and less fulfulled.

 

Now I think she was absolutely right.

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It Made “Episode I” Look Like “Citizen Kane”

Photo: Title card from the 'Star Wars Holiday Special'.

Even by the standards of television sci-fi in 1978, that was baaaaaaaaaaaaad.

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Sick Day Movie Watching

Nothing like a day at home sick to catch up on my BitTorrented videos in bed.

I’m about ten minutes into the Star Wars Holiday Special,a

video I downloaded a little while back and haven’t gotten around to

watching in its entirety until now. It’s been said to be so painfully

bad that George Lucas has

said that he wishes he could wipe every copy of it from existence. I have

vague memories of it as a kid — I think I was 10 years old and in the

fifth grade — but I do recall being thrilled at having another shot at

seeing my heroes.

Photo: Title card from the 'Star Wars Holiday Special'.

Click the picture to see Stomp Tokyo’s review of the Star Wars Holiday Special.

“It’s the Star Wars Holiday Special!” announced a voice-over, who then

went through the laundry list of principal actors from the Star Wars

movie.

Then, the warning signs started: “Introducing Chewbacca’s family! His wife, Malla! His father, Itchy! His son, Lumpy!”

Uh-oh.

Then it really hit the fan: “With special guest stars…Beatrice Arthur!”

What? I don’t remember Maude being on it.

“Art Carney!”

“Norton!” I yelled in response. I have no recollection of him being in the show either.

“Diahann Carroll!”

I vaguely remember. Didn’t she perform some spaced-out slow number?

“The Jefferson Starship!”

Them I remember. I was under the impression that they’d changed their name just for the special.

“Harvey Korman!”

What the –? The title card cut to scenes of Korman playing three different roles. Signs of serious crap to come.

Thus far, it’s been nothing but a quick scene with Han and Chewie

outrunning Imperial Star Destroyers followed by several minutes of

grunts and wookie pantomime. This doesn’t bode well.